#these two kill meeeeeee

[gaykey]

first crying because he couldn't find the sepcific hat khao wanted for his birthday, and khaotung crying because he was so touched that first went to so much effort , i ammmmm-

[em-prentiss]

I love you, I’m sorry is the only song to exist this summer

[minthara]

oughg jgjgjjg u feel

[thedragonagelesbian]

i need a fat grizzled bear of a brosca to sweep zevran off his feet. btw.

[planet4546b]

the thing is that samira comes back from being trapped in cave dimension for 9 years being completely fine and if anything more confident+mysterious+hot than ever and shes going to ekp balls in bespoke suits even though the ekp is trying to kill her and mel (<- miserable but high ranking ekp member w/ the outward presentation of like a well put together buisnesswoman and a LOT of power within the ekp) is like. well what am i supposed to do. NOT have homoerotic tension with her?

[evanbuckleysarms]

Me: very excited to get my COVID booster today

Husband: *texts me* I might have COVID do we have any tests lying around?

[caramelmochacrow]

^ he wants to make a yukaeso edit :(

[respondedinkind]

When Khan receives the confirmation regarding his erratic customer's true reason for coming around, he can barely hide the smirk that tugs on the corner of his mouth; In fact, he can't, so said corner is tugged upward briefly as slender fingers continue to rub the moist cloth along the exterior of the coffee machine, removing fingerprints and hints of coffee that sticks to the sleek metal.

Clear eyes flick over to the man in question for a second once more, taking in the sight of him - trailing along the form of that guy, his face and his shoulders, chest, hips, then back up to the irises that could very well belong to a deer rather than a human being. Isn't it illegal, in some way, to sport those eyes and carry them around openly for everyone to gaze at?

The smirk is only fueled by another burst of amusement that bubbles inside Khan's chest; He hums out a low, contemplating noise, attention back on his task at hand before the cloth is neatly folded, then set to the side. As he turns, his back toward the unknown man, said smirk widens while Khan takes a cannekin as well as a bag filled with loose, green tea - it's a calming blend, one that's meant to be soothing and relaxing for both the body and the soul; He supposes his customer will appreciate it.

If he does not - well, it's his own loss. This tea is incredible, high quality, one of Khan's favorites... and he wants to see what that man thinks of it.

"---How about I'll let you make an educated guess."

A sufficient amount of crushed leaves and herbs are placed into the cannekin before Khan returns to the coffee machine from before; Not only does it serve coffee, but also simple hot water - the temperature perfect for brewing an enjoyable cup of aromatic tea. The motion causes him to turn back around, allows blue eyes to be in view once more, as Khan fills said cannekin with the hot water.

"You seem to be quite clever, no? You're working on your doctorate thesis, after all, so... what do you think? Do I swing that way... or am I not?"

A slow blink, bright gaze flicking up; Khan's smirk returns, a little cheeky, definitely challenging and expectant as he pours the tea from the cannekin into the cup, being careful so as to keep the leaves and herbs within the cannekin. Once done, he puts it to the side, then gets one of those small sugar packs and places it next to the mug; The drink is finished, pushed toward the other, and Khan stands straight once more.

"I'll give you a hint: I haven't asked you stop just yet." He tilts his head the faintest bit, arching a brow.

"Enjoy your drink."

The   only   response   to   Khan’s   counterargument   that   Tony   gave   out   was   a   look   which   was   meant   to   state   good   luck   trying   to   find   a   police   officer   competent   enough.   He   doesn’t   argue   further   on   the   point;   considers   it   well   in   the   past.   He   knows   the   barista   just   meant   well,   and   Tony   will   be   the   first   to   point   out   that   he   looked   like   a   walking   corpse   that   day,   probably   still   does   at   that   moment   too,   only   one   dressed   in   clean   clothing.   And   attempting   to   get   into   detail   how   everyone   seemed   to   know   what’s   best   for   Tony   without   even   asking   him   would   take   too   much   time.   Frankly,   he’s   probably   got   another   two   hours   in   him   before   he   passes   out   cold   right   on   his   feet.   

There   is   a   smile   that   passes   over   his   mouth,   a   more   secretive   one.   Tony   hasn’t   completely   lost   his   mind   to   brag   about   the   true   nature   of   his   riches.   Learned   that   lesson   the   hard   way:   as   soon   as   anyone   finds   out   about   the   balance   of   his   bank   account,   their   interests   shift.   No   longer   attracted   to   him   but   to   his   money.   So,   he’d   rather   enjoy   Khan’s   attention   on   him   purely   because   of   himself   for   as   long   as   he   can.   

“Why?   I’ve   been   hitting   on   you   quite   blatantly.   And   yes,   I   realize   that   it’s   not   a   very   good   thing   for   me   to   do,   cause   I’ve   no   idea   if   you   even   swing   that   way,”   Tony   shrugs,   looking   Khan   up   and   down   with   a   smirk.   Moment   of   truth,   he   either   tells   Tony   to   fuck   off   or   confirms   his   suspicions   that   the   barista   was   quite   into   the   flirting.   Or   he   could   do   nothing,   but   that   would   still   not   be   a   blatant   no,   and   the   engineer   can   work   with   that.   “So   it’s   not   too   hard   to   believe   that   I   came   here   just   to . . .   chat   you   up,   as   you   so   put   it.”   

Though,   he   can’t   quite   stop   himself   from   adding:   “And   a   cup   of   tea would be nice.   Something   to   help   me   actually   fall   asleep   after   the   amount   of   caffeine   I’ve   ingested.”   

[webbluvrsugar]

DUMB DOLL FOR ‘YA.

ETHAN LANDRY, AMBER FREEMAN - KINKTOBER 24 — OCT.28TH — M.LIST.

cw: innocent!reader, threesome, buttstuff, ghostface Ethan/Amber

You should be ashamed of yourself with how you got into this position, it’s not like you were planning to be tied up in your bed, your head flush with the pillow as the two masked killers surrounded you.

You’ve never really… done something like this, not even with your boyfriend, sex with Ethan was pretty vanilla and you liked it that way, but when the idea of being killed in your own house suddenly came up, you suggested the killers do anything with you but just… kept you alive.

And so they did.

One of them — Amber — was behind you, her hands gripped your ass roughly, gloved fingers spreading you apart after your panties have been discarded, toying with your clit slowly as the man in front of you started bullying his cock down your throat.

Ethan couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he’s never gone too far with you because he’s believed you wouldn’t like it, that you were just… too quiet and meek to enjoy anything else that soft missionary and maybe a blowjob or two, yet, when Amber’s tongue drives itself a little bit further up than it’s supposed to, you don’t complain, instead you just moan around his cock submissively.

“Such a slut… sucking my dick so I won’t kill you,” Ethan mocks, a low laugh as he pushes your head down, you flinch, he only laughs behind your mask. “What about your boyfriend, have you thought about him?” He’s enjoying this, pretending to be someone else while getting to explore you the way he always wanted to. When you don’t answer with a nod or so, he tugs on your hair, pulling you away and raising your face to him. “Answer me.”

“No..” you spit out, tears in your eyes as he shoves you back down with a scoff.

“Thought so.” He controls your pace with his hand tight on your hair, making your nose hit his pelvis each time.

“She’s got a tight little ass, I would’ve mistaken her for a virgin.” Amber slides a finger past your hole, you whimper and press your eyes shut, back arching fully. “But she’s not, she likes this.”

“Keep your eyes on me.” Ethan commands, holds your head down until you look up to him, making you gag before you finally comply. “She’s good at listening.”

They speak about you as if you’re not there, it’s crude, the masks only make everything more indecent, specially when the killer cocks his head to the side to tease you about it.

“She’s also good at taking dick down her throat, got a nice gag reflex, makes me want to just —“ he thrusts up into you. “Keep her there until she chokes.”

“Bet she’d like that, she likes it rough, have to pin this bitch down cause she just won’t stop squirming.” Amber spanks you, licks a stripe up your cunt.

“Yeah?” Ethan grins behind the mask, you can almost feel it as he holds your head down, thrusting up into you with force.

“Then take it, come on, I know you can.”

taglist: @stayonmars @baileebear @highkeyinlovewithhanjisung @cheeziebeanz @meeeeeees-stuff @notoakay

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can i request follower!Narinder x follower!reader who's kind heart person? Like they always want to help other even tho they rude to them,and they forgive them eventually but Narinder cannot handle see​ing his spouse being disrespectful.

I want this to be oneshot angst/fluff pls thank you and have a nice day/night🥰

"How goes...your marriage..?"

"Hmph..hello to you too, sister." Narinder rolled his eyes as he sat by the pond with a bowl of stew, hoping for some peace and quiet.

But of course, ever since his siblings arrived into Lamb's cult and learned that he was betrothed to a mortal..he hasn't known such things.

He could tolerate Heket at the very least, since Kallamar was off flirting with gods-know-who, Leshy was on a missionary, and Shamura was reading their usual books.

"It fairs well. I sometimes find it funny.."

"Hm?"

"Shamura surely couldn't have predicted that I would become wedded to a measly mortal..let alone find myself in my vessel's cult. I was to sacrifice them and all of Lamb's followers. Yet when I ended up here..[y/n] was the first to reach out a hand and help me find my place." The black cat huffed. "When others mocked me..they defended my name day and night despite my past transgressions, willing to lookover the fact I once thought of them as nothing but a pawn in my game."

"You've..gotten soft..brother.." Heket lightly teased, earning her a scowl from him. However, something in the distance caught her eyes, and she tensed. "Go."

"What? Go away, you mean?" He blinked in confusion, taken aback by her command as he sneered. "I open my heart up to you, and you have the nerve to-?!"

"[Y/n]." She simply pointed, and he followed her gaze to the drinkhouse where you were trying to help a drunken follower stand on their own two feet.

While you could normally handle that sort of thing, something about it didn't sit right with Narinder. They were acting rather belligerent, babbling nonsense and causing a barrel to topple over, all while refusing to surrender their empty glass.

Only then he remember you were the bartender for today and were trying to close up shop.

He got up, deciding to let Heket finish his stew, and began walking over. His footsteps were silent as to not draw attention to himself.

He wanted to observe how you'd handle the situation.

"Please, go rest." You gently tried to urge the inebriated follower. "You've had enough."

"Don't touch meeeeeee...I ain't-" A hiccup interrupted them as their face became redder, words so slurred you could hardly understand them. "I ain't gonna..go anywherrre.."

"I'm afraid you must, I'm sorry-"

"Nooooo...I don't wanna be handled by some...idiot who slept with the One Who Waits!"

You froze. "Pardon?"

"Whatdya see in that guy anyway? He haaaates us all..he was..gonna kill us, right? And Lamby, too?" They grumbled, now sounding completely serious and irate. "Why don't you wanna be with Lamby? Or me? Or someone who isn't a monster...do ya hate us, too?"

"No, I don't hate anyone." You tried to reassure them. "But it's rude to speak of Narinder that way."

"But his stupid siblings..they...they hurt us so much because of him!" Tears began filling their eyes, their expression growing angrier. "Why did they have to come? What they did to us...was 'cuz of HIM! EVERYTHING is his fault!!!"

"I hear your pain, my friend. I really do. But Lamb believed-"

"WHAT ABOUT WHAT I BELIEVE?!" They raised their empty glass in a threatening manner, and you flinched, taking your hands off their robe in preparation for an attack.

But before anything could happen-

A black paw grabbed their wrist, claws digging into their flesh. Not enough to draw blood, but just enough to make it hurt and divert their attention to a certain angry feline.

"How irritating.." A trio of red eyes pierced through Narinder's veil as he scowled down at the follower. "I don't know whether you're more annoying now or when you're sober. You may scorn Lamb to your heart's content..but to threaten my spouse is a line you'll regret ever crossing. Now go lie down before I make you."

With a nod and a quiet whimper, they shakily set the glass down on the counter. And the moment he let their wrist go, they took off stumbling all the way to their shelter.

You frowned a little. "Darling, it's my job to lead them to-"

"They'll find their own way. Whatever they break can be fixed in no time." Narinder dismissed as he went to clean off the glass, while you plugged up the beer kegs for the night.

But as he rubbed and twisted the rag, he began thinking about what might've happened had he not intervened when he did..and it only made him angrier.

What if the glass was still full and they decided to spill it?

What if they threw it at your head?

What if they left tiny shards in your flesh and caused blood to pour down your face?

What if-?

*crack*

A sudden sharp pain in his paw pad made him wince slightly, realizing that the cup broke apart, a piece of glass now embedded in his own flesh.

Great.

"Oh no, let me take care of that for you, love."

He perked up at your voice, seeing you pull out a pair of tweezers and a roll of bandages from your robe pocket. "I can do it myself, you know."

"And risk getting more blood on the counter?" You pointed out the red splatters on the oak. "Heavens no."

Narinder chuffed, eventually turning his paw over and allowing you to tend to his injury. "Why do you allow them to speak to you that way? And being drunk is no excuse. They knew damn well what they were saying. They've disproved of our relationship from the start."

"So have plenty of others, including your own siblings, Nari. They'll come around eventually. I have all the faith in them."

"[Y/n]..they almost smashed a glass over your head. And I stopped them from doing so." He growled, frustrated at your lack of outrage. "You are content in letting such disrespect continue without punishment? Without consulting Lamb? If we cannot do anything about it, surely they can."

"I will let it go this one time. But only because I believe they won't do it again. I think they learned their lesson thanks to you." You simply reassured him, before you finished wrapping the gauze around his paw.

With a smile, you brought it up to your lips and kissed it, eyes flickering up to him. "You needn't worry, my darling. I am okay."

"...I'm not worrying about anything." Narinder scoffed, having difficulty hiding the blush beneath his fur. "I simply refuse to tolerate imbeciles who make obscene assumptions about us, thinking there'd be no repercussions."

"Of course, but in any case..thank you for coming to my defense."

"Hm.."

"Now come." You gently tugged him away from the drinkhouse, looping your arm around his. "I believe we have some farming plots to attend to. I promised Lamb I'd work on them in Leshy's steed, but what say...you pick out the seeds you wish to plant this time?"

Narinder's ears perked. "Hah. I thought you were about to tell me to gather fertilizer." He chuckled quietly. "You are too good to me sometimes."

"Well, I figured you could use a break. Come, come!"

And so he followed you to the farming area. While he could sense Heket still staring at him, knowing her grin was smug as ever, he didn't care about what she was thinking--or what anybody in the cult was thinking for that matter.

All that he cared about right now was vegetation would prosper best on this warm spring day.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Batboys x reader who is a game/singer streamer

So I'm assuming that s/o is a singer + game streamer from what I can see soooo yeah! I think I went to focus on the gamer part than singer though. Also I could only do this for Dick, Jason and Tim because 😭 sorry ;-;;;

TT o TT

Batboys with a game (mostly) + singer s/o

Dick Grayson

Don’t even get me started on how hype Dick’s gonna be. You game??? And stream?????? Epic-

Dick has played video games with Tim before it’s just that he sucks at playing the modern one sometimes-, so he probably wants to do co-ops with you and maybe join your streams and play with you.

He sucks ASS though in Among Us because he’s bad at lying when he’s imposter and too trusting when he’s just a crew mate. He’s so funny though when you record him while playing with you and your other streamer friends.

“Awww, look at me and s/o walking together and building snowmen! We are so—”

*Kills him* “…” “s/O WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK UP WITH MEEEEEEE????”*loud sobbing*

Obviously, no, it’s just what you had to do as an imposter and you have to apologise to your sulky boyfriend.

Fun fact: bought your two of those matching cat ears headphones and he’s so sappy, dear god- he loves those earphones.

Also your voice?? IT’S SO GOOD??? You made your own songs and that’s so cool!! No wonder your fanbase is so big, damn-

And he’s obviously your biggest fan! <

Jason Todd

He’s trying, he really is. Because the last thing he played before he died were Game Boys and then he awoken to Wii Games, Nintendo Switches and whatever the fuck those online games are.

Those sus game ads he clicked randomly made him question what happened when he was still dead-

Jason thinks it’s pretty cool you stream gaming content and all, although don’t ask him to play any RPG with you because he’ll rage quit. He will go insane.

Jason keeps insisting on wanting to join your streams in Among Us but like come on- WE ALL KNOW HE’S GONNA START RAGING MORE-

When he gets killed, he calls the imposter a “Joker” 💀 Sometimes you have to calm him down and tell him it’s their role as imposter to do this. Also, when he gets imposter, he’ll kill everyone except you. Like he’s your bodyguard or something and everyone’s out to get you. You don’t even need to be imposter. If you did kill him before, he’ll kill you back though-

He’s okay if you let him play Minecraft together though, he finds it peaceful (on creative mode).

Listens to your songs on repeat while he’s repairing vehicles or hear it live on your stream when he’s reading. Wholesome supportive boyfriend stuff. <3

Tim Drake

Immediately follows all forms of social media you have, and give subs to every time you go live and stream. No hesitation.

He thinks it’s cool you stream games and all, something he wished to do but just doesn’t have much time to do so, and that he has no idea how to start up a fanbase anyways so-

Tim would join your streams every once in a while to play with you and he doesn’t mind any sort of games, he’s pretty good with the controller… well, maybe RPG. Because if he’s doing a multiplayer game like with Genshin needing to join servers and all, most of the time, people wouldn’t listen to his plans and end up dying and then he goes berserk. Only you listen s/o… wHY?? WHY DOES NOBODY LISTEN TO HIS STRATS????

Also, cat ears headphones?? He has one and he looks so cute in it and would ask if you want one too- he only wears those headphones in private though, or in front of you.

Anyways, Tim loves your singing too! Would listen it live or hear it on Spotify if it’s available. If you sing covers, it’s gonna ruin him. He can’t listen to the original track anymore because it’s just not the same-

Overall, gamer boyfriend you got here. <3

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part five

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— five minutes ✧ ( i- )

— need you ☾ ❀

— promises ✧ ( omfg 💀 )

— dating rafe cameron should include ☆ ❀

— silent love ( literally such a amazing series )

— don’t make a sound ✧

— the pogue and the kook ☾ ❀

— best friends little sister ✧

— midsummer’s ❀ ( this is disgusting GIVE IT TO ME NOW )

— frenemies ☾ ✧

— new light blurb: next to you ❀ ( this is so cuteeeee )

— love is a dangerous game ☾ ✧ ( THE ANGST OMFG )

— forbidden ( series )

— good luck charm ❀ ( awwww )

— naughty ✧ ( i want y/n the fawk me wtf )

— hard to love you ☾

— limousine ✧ ( the driver 👁👄👁 )

— and yet…❀

— love at sea ☾ ❀

— can’t sleep ❀

— glory and gore ✧ ( poor jj lmaooooo )

— ambivalence blurb: phases ☾ ❀ ( give me this in life rn )

— unexpected valentine ❀ ( SO MF CUTE )

— night swim ✧

— protecter ☾ ❀ (top tier work, like literally weekly reread)

jj maybank

— i will leave ☾ ( THIS!!! part 2, part 3… etc )

— strawberry ❀ ( living for this )

— scary love ☾ ❀

— mine ❀

— promise ☾ ( oh my fawking god )

— take it slow ✧

— messed up ☾ ❀

— pretty girl ❀ ☾

— for me ❀ ☾ ( someone gimme a jj rn )

— princess ❀

— sweet and salty ✧

— jumped ❀ ☾

— wrestle ✧ ☾ ( oh my lordddddddd )

— nightmares ❀ ☾

— can’t kill a pogue ☾

— underdressed ✧

— i got you ☾

— meet me at our spot ❀ ☾ ( absolutely love this )

— enough for you ☾ ( sobbing )

sarah cameron

— exposed ✧

— lifeguard ☾ ❀ ( why not meeeeeee )

— call rafe ❀

— watermelon sugar ✧ ❀

— welcome home ❀

— kook princess ✧ ( lawd, part two, LAWD )

— the little things ❀

— don’t make me over ❀

pope heyward

— rose water and bubbles ✧

— this ❀ ( idk the name but i LUV IT )

— charm bracelets ❀

— full kook ☾ ❀

— noisy neighbours ❀ ( GIVE ME THIS IN LIFE RN )

— stick shift ❀

— tutor ❀ ☾ ( this is so cuteeeeeee )

barry

— art of seduction ✧

— issues ( ik this is a rafe fic but my blueberry is there so here )

— watch you’re mouth country club ☾ ❀

— softie ❀ ( awwwwww )

— responsibility ❀

john b

— let it snow ❀

— truth or dare ✧

— sticky notes ❀ ( jarah )

— i love you ❀ ( awwww )

— you and me against the world ❀

— always ☾ ❀

— knuckle kiss ❀

— 3 am ❀ ( I CANT ITS SO 😩 )

— pogue bonfire ☾ ❀ ( why not me god? )

— lazy river ❀

— i love you ❀

kiara carrera

— fuck up the friendship ✧ ( it’s kiesarah but it’s so good )

— take care of my girl ❀

— this omfg ✧ ( the title is long for here lol )

— nsfw alphabet ✧

— facades ✧ ( LAWD )

— enough ☾ ❀

— this concept ✧ ( l- l- lord )

[zooweemamacita]

Currently Untitled PJ/Hazel Fic

Okay listen. This will be posted on AO3 when my account gets accepted but for now... here it lies. PJ/Hazel is main with background Isabel/Josie and the other fight club girlies

*disclaimer: this is not beta'd, nor have I ever written a fic in my life. I was inspired after the movie.

"PJ realizes that Hazel is sexy and cool and really really wants to kiss her again. Or get all up in her cooch. Either or, but preferably both."

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CHAPTER 1

Hazel still couldn't believe it. PJ had kissed her. Willingly. Not for a joke—for a distraction, at least, but not a joke. It was two days ago, already, but Hazel was over the moon. Over the stars… in the crab nebula, floating around and leaving a little trail of hearts everywhere. 

She couldn't stop thinking about how PJ gasped when Hazel gripped the back of her head, tilting her face to get a better angle…. 

“Hey! Loser! Is that your brain I see leaking out of your ears? Are you even listening to me?” PJ’s voice broke her out of her reverie. 

“No.. sorry. I was thinking about…” Hazel scrambled for an answer that wasn't ‘our magnificent kiss.’

“Our magnificent kiss?” Shit. 

PJ frowned, offended. Shit shit shit. 

“Magnificent? I would say it was at least life-changing. World-ending? Did I not rock your old grandpa style argyle socks off?” 

Hazel thumped her head on the lunch table. Why? Was Jeff sleeping with her mom not enough punishment? God, what did I do to deserve this? Is this about the bombs? she silently pleaded to the table. 

PJ took her non-answer as a yes, you did, thank you very much. She was proud of herself. I mean, it was Hazel Callahan, but even getting a nerd to like you was pretty satisfying. She was feeling it.

“Hey, are you gonna eat your sandwich?” Sylvie asked. Hazel silently slid it over, not looking up. Sylvie tore into it immediately, probably imagining it was her stepdad’s neck or something.

“Haaaazellllll” PJ singsonged. “I know you wanna kiiiiiiissss meeeeeee againnnnnnn.” Not that PJ wanted to kiss Hazel again, it was just fun to tease her. Right? She didn't wanna kiss Hazel again… right?

Hazel groaned, thunking her head again on the table. PJ shrugged and stole her mini bag of Doritos. Cool ranch? What the fuck is wrong with Hazel? Nacho cheese is the best flavor, obviously. PJ ate them anyway. 

She weighed the pros and cons while munching, eyes roaming over Hazel’s dark hair and button up.

Pro: Hazel was a surprisingly good kisser. For a nerd. 

Con: Hazel was a nerd. 

Pro: She wasn’t exactly swimming in cooch right now, even though they did kill a bunch of football players. Whatever. Maybe she could practice with Hazel before someone else realizes how cool and hot she is and then she’ll rock her world. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. God, PJ, you're a genius, she congratulated herself. 

Con: She couldn't think of another one. 

Good enough for PJ. 

Now, getting Hazel to kiss her again miiiight be tricky. Should PJ invite her out? Invite her over for math help, because she actually needed it and Hazel was seriously good at math? 

She needed Josie for this. Scheming on her own made PJ feel like the unibomber. 

Hazel was the real unibomber here. Like, where did she even learn to make bombs? And why was it kinda sexy? Wait, sexy? Hazel Callahan? Nononono. PJ shook her head, literally shaking the thought from her brain. 

Hazel nerd. Hazel not sexy, she scolded herself. Fuck. She needed to talk to Josie, like yesterday. 

“Alright losers,” PJ stood abruptly. “This has been fun, but I gotta go see my number one.” 

Hazel lifted her head. 

“Hey, that rhymed, PJ! See you in class, you have a really nice ass!” Hazel said cheerily. She loves rhyming. Everyone at the table stopped talking and looked at her. 

“Riiiiight,” PJ said. “Thanks for noticing, I guess. Glad someone appreciates a good thing when they see it.” She said the last part to the rest of the cafeteria, loudly. No one noticed. 

Hazel realized what she said and the blood drained from her face. PJ smirked and wiggled her fingers, then turned away. The thump of Hazel’s head was so loud Teddy came over and told her not to break his table.

~

‘Step 1: get Hazel to kiss her again, and be completely obsessed with her

Step 2: ??????’

PJ aggressively drew the question marks in her notebook. Josie, who had never seen PJ do homework with such enthusiasm, was instantly suspicious. 

“Whatcha doin’ over there?” Josie asked from her desk. PJ was on her bed, splayed out like it was hers. If Josie tried to get her to scooch over, it would turn from a slapping fight into a shoving fight until one of them pulled hair and had to apologize. It was their way. 

Josie stayed at the desk. 

“Nothing” PJ said quickly, and turned the page. Too quickly. Now Josie was really suspicious. 

“Lemme see,” Josie said, getting up and snatching the notebook before PJ could protest. 

“HEY!” PJ yelled, but Josie jumped on the bed and bounced so PJ couldn't get up. PJ was yelling unintelligibly when Josie finally read what PJ wrote, jumping back down and out of breath. 

“You should really work out more, you're dating a cheerleader. I bet Isabel’s stamina is wayyyyyyy better than yours,” PJ tried, desperately trying to distract Josie from her list. Fuck. Never leave a paper trail. Forensic Files taught her that.

“Wait,” Josie said. She looked at the list, then back at PJ, and back at the list and back at PJ and-

“OKAY FINE! So the nerd can kiss. Who knew??” PJ said, throwing her arms up and flopping back down on the bed. 

“Wait- just so I’m getting this right. You want to kiss Hazel. Again. Like, willingly?” Josie confirmed. Was this happening? Is this bizarro world, did the earth go cube shaped?? What was happening?

“Jooosieeeeeeeeee” PJ whined. “I need your help. I do not need your judgement. Though, yes, it is well-deserved, I can see that.”

“But Josie,” PJ sat up, “You don't even know. Like, my cooter was soaked. Okay? Its been so neglected, its like the Sahara desert down there. Seriously.” 

“You know, Sahara means desert already. You don’t have to say Sahara Desert, it’s like saying ‘Desert Desert’ which is, ridiculous—“ Josie started, but was cut off.

“Fuck the desert! A nerd made me wet, Josie. I’m freaking out! And the worst part? I want her to do it again.” And again, and again, but that was beside the point. Josie didn't need to know that PJ rubbed one out before coming over, thinking about Hazel’s hands, her capable hands, sliding down her body, up her leg, up her inner thigh… PJ shivered.

“Ohmygod. Are you thinking about it right now? You're disgusting, dude!” Josie yelled. 

“What? It was HOT, OKAY??” PJ yelled back. Fuck, Josie knew she wasn't getting any. Sue her if she was obsessing over the hottest thing that had happened to her, like, ever. 

“Josie, if you're not gonna help me, I will be forced to use an alternate. Okay? Do you want me and Sylvie to have to plan this?? Someone would end up dead.” 

PJ might be right about that, but it doesn’t make it any less weird. They’d known Hazel forever. She was like a little fly that hung around, buzzing in their ears. But a sexy fly? Josie couldn't see it. 

“Okay, I get the kissing part. You wanna kiss her again, okay. But what’s with the obsession? You want Hazel to make dolls out of hair she cuts off you while you're sleeping?” Josie said.

PJ twirled her hair around her finger. Did she want that? It would be kind of sexy, to have the tables turned for once, to be the obsessee instead of the obsessed. She watched Misery and it really turned her on, for some reason. She’ll unpack that later. 

Josie shook her head and muttered to herself. What the fuck was happening? 

“Okay, PJ, look. I’m pretty sure Hazel already likes you, so you don’t have to do much. Why don't you, like, ask her to get a milkshake?” Josie offered. 

“A milkshake? What is this, 1957? Jesus, Josie, I want her to kiss me, not invite me to the fucking sock-hop! Help me!” PJ begged. 

Josie mimed putting a hat on. 

“Let me put on my thinking cap,” Josie said. 

“Lo-ser..” PJ muttered. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” 

“That’s what I thought. Now, to get the girl, you must understand the girl. Play to her strengths, make her feel sexy, make her feel wanted,” Josie started pacing while PJ aggressively took notes. 

CHAPTER 2

Last night PJ and Josie had come up with a plan. 

PJ will seduce Hazel. Compliment her, feel her biceps or something, make her laugh. Easy-peasy. Hazel’s been laughing at PJ’s jokes for years. It was kind of nice, actually. Hazel’s laugh always burst out of her, like she was surprised it was happening. Cute, PJ thought. She wanted to see if she could do it again. 

“Okay, you know the plan?” Josie whispered as they walked to their lockers. Hazel’s was two down from PJ’s, it was the perfect spot. 

“Tell her she looks good today. Look up at her through your lashes, fuckin’ tell her she’s so cool for blowing up the tree, can she teach you how to do it? type shit. You can do it, easy. Maybe touch her arm.” 

PJ took a deep breath. “I can do this. No problem. Hazel will quiver at my feet.”

“Gross.” Josie said. 

PJ was kind of nervous. What if she looked stupid? Would Hazel even be receptive to her flirting? Get your head in the game, PJ told herself in Corbin Bleu’s voice. She technically was the Troy of this story, now she just had to bag her Gabriella. But PJ draws the line at serenading. 

Josie elbowed her. “Target at twelve o’clock. I repeat, target at twelve—“

“Jesus Christ— Fuck, ow, Josie! Your elbows are sharp!” PJ complained.

“You got this, bro. Remember the plan, I’ll see you in class.” Josie saluted her, then turned and made her way to Isabel’s locker. She gave her one more thumbs up before she turned the corner.

It’s go time. 

PJ opened her locker, eyeing Hazel. She couldn't remember what book to grab, whatever. She slammed it shut, startling Hazel.

“Hey,” PJ said smoothly. “Come here often?”

“…to my locker?” Hazel questioned. “You see me here everyday.”

Fuck. She had to try something else. 

“I like your shirt.” PJ said, because she actually did, for once. It was a gray button up, short sleeves, with a faint checkered pattern. It really brought out the color of Hazel’s eyes. And she was wearing her usual chain. 

PJ wanted to pull Hazel in by that stupid chain and kiss her stupid confused mouth. 

Hazel, squinted, looking at PJ up and down. “Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?”

Hazel put the back of her hand on PJ’s forehead, checking her temperature. PJ smacked her hand away. 

“No, Hazel, I don't have a fever. Jesus.”

“Are you sure? I have some ibuprofen in my locker if you need it. Your face is looking a little flushed, maybe you should take one just in case—“ 

PJ groaned, about to give up. Could she even give a compliment correctly? This was seriously damaging her ego. 

“Hazel, I’m serious. I like your shirt,” PJ tried again. She reached up and straightened Hazel’s collar a little. Smoothed her hands across her shoulders. 

Hazel, meanwhile, stilled. Now she was really concerned. PJ was never this nice to her. 

“Hey, I can be nice!” PJ protested.

Shit, did I say that out loud? Hazel thought.

“Yeah, you did, you weirdo. Weirdo in a cute shirt. With your artfully tousled weirdo hair and your weirdly capable hands,” PJ continued.

“My—my what?” Hazel was lost. Hazel was on another planet. Was this really happening? Hazel looked at her hands. Two rings, skinny fingers.. capable? Did PJ like looking at her hands?

“Fuck. So, I’m gonna go.. and I’ll see you later? Yeah, see you later, loser! Just kidding. Okay. Shit. Bye,” PJ ran away, leaving Hazel there, still staring at her hands.

PJ liked her hands? 

~

“Mayday. Mayday. Red alert.” PJ said as she slid into her desk, panting hard, right next to Josie. 

“Did you run here? What could possibly have gone wrong, PJ? I mean, you just had to compliment her. How hard can that be?” Josie said, throwing her hands up. This was going to be a lot more difficult than she expected. 

“I told her she had nice hands! Like a weirdo! and I fixed her collar and said I liked her shirt, and-and—she asked if I was okay! Like, what, I can't be nice all of a sudden? Without there being something wrong with me?” words spilled out of PJ faster and faster.  

“PJ, chill! Also, yes, it is weird for you to be suddenly nice. I didn’t think about that… we might have to try a different approach.” Josie considered. 

“I might have to call in an expert,” Josie started.

PJ interrupted, “No. No. Don't tell Isabel. No. It’s too embarrassing. Hard pass.” 

“I’m gonna ask Isabel,” Josie said at the same time. 

The bell rang, cutting them both off.

“We’ll continue this at lunch,” Josie said, “And consult the experts. They'll know what to do.”

~

Hazel was floating through class. Her head felt bigger after PJ’s compliment, her feet weren't touching the ground. Her hands? Hazel never thought hands could be sexy, but.. she was learning all sorts of new things this year. 

Her chest burned with warmth all morning. 

She kept catching herself grinning, thinking about PJ’s odd (yet oddly charming) way of complimenting her. Even Mr. G noticed, and told her to stop smiling at nothing cause it was  ‘freakin’ him the fuck out and he didn’t wanna have to call a priest again.’

Maybe getting PJ to kiss her again would be easier than she thought. 

Now she just had to come up with a plan…

~

Hazel dropped her stuff on the lunch table in front of Annie. 

“I need your help,” Hazel said. 

“Hazel, no, I won’t steal anything from the chemistry lab again. Mrs. Roswell is already suspicious of me!” Annie exclaimed.

“What? No- Annie, no, it’s about something else. It’s about,” Hazel got really close, looked around carefully, and whispered, “PJ.”

“Why are you whispering? Did she say some other shit to you? This girl… I’m not gonna let her talk to you like that again—“ Annie started getting up.

“NO! Annie, listen to me,” Hazel pleaded, pulling her back down. 

“I need— I need your help withgettingPJtokissmeagain.” Rushed out of Hazel’s mouth. 

“What?” Annie couldn't understand that last part. 

“With getting..” Hazel groaned, putting her hands over her face. 

“With getting PJ to kiss me again,” she said carefully, refusing to remove her hands.

“PJ? Are you sure you wanna kiss PJ again?” Annie said, disbelief coloring her voice. 

“Yes,” Hazel said, peeking out from her hands. 

Annie considered, thinking about it for a second, but seeing that Hazel was serious she relented, and decided to help her.

“Sure, fine, whatever. You can do better than PJ, though. Date someone actually nice?” Annie tried.

Hazel shook her head. “Mm-mm. She’s the one. I’m sure of it.” 

“Ooo-kay,” Annie said, pulling a notebook out of her backpack. “Let’s get you some PJ.”

[dangermousie]

This scene made me lose my ENTIRE MINDDDDD!

Excuse meeeeeee! He's half dead, and he's warming her hand with his breath through the hole in the jail wall. EXCUSE MEEEEE!!!

He's the only one who learns her real name (and I love that he doesn't assume Xing'er is it) - and it's pretty symbolic of the current state of the two men, isn't it? YY names her to match himself, the way you'd do a possession or a pet and YX gets to know her actual name ie her actual self (and asks her, ASKS her - what she'd like to be called, even with respect to a nickname.)

Honestly, this whole sequence in jail is utterly INSANE and I am so glad @aysekira told me YX was initially the OTP and endgame in the novel until OBE by real life events because otherwise I'd feel like I was going mad because this is NOT the scene you give to sml or first love or anyone but the OTP. Like - come onnnnn!

The way he just keeps saying her name just to hear it, over and over and over, while still warming her hand and basically barely conscious aaaaa!

She puts on a front but her face tells the truth...

At this point, both CQ and I are going full on starry eyed because good lord.

And then he sticks her hand into his shirt to warm it up even though he's contorted in pain.

Team Yan Xun this round. Change my mind. You won't.

This is one of the most straight to my id scenes I've ever seen in a cdrama tbh. And also the scene where YY loses her and, if YX didn't go so far into the dark eventually, it would have been for good and he'd would have never ever got another chance. (Side note - I get why YX eventually got too much for CQ in terms of darkness. But for me as a viewer, I have ZERO issue with him going full psycho. After what happened to him, and how pretty much nobody stood up for him but either cheered, participated or at best stood by, oh yeah I'd want to burn the world down and kill everyone who let it happen, too.)

[miasmaghoul]

Miasmaaaaaaaa my uterus is trying to kill meeeeeee

Any chance you have anything related to Dew taking care of a fellow ghoul to cheer me up??

Fucking love you by the way, thanks for being absolutely amazing ❤️

I fucking love YOU, random citizen! Apologies about the uterus, don't let that bastard win!

Sickfic ahoy! I really can't write short shit!

Dew stands at the foot of Rain's bed with his arms crossed, brow creased. He stares at a mountain of blankets on the mattress.

"You in there somewhere, Rain?"

There's a weak groan of acknowledgement and Dew spies a pair of long, pale fingers poking feebly between the layers. Rain had been absent all morning and Dewdrop had taken it upon himself to fetch the water ghoul - they were due to work in the chapel together today anyway, he figured he might as well make the sacrifice of his comfy spot on his couch.

"Dew?" Rain's voice is heavy, thick.

"Yeah." Dew wanders over to the side of the bed, standing on his tiptoes in search of Rain's face. He can't find it, the water ghoul completely covered save those two fingers. "You still asleep? You missed breakfast. Me and Swiss ate your pancakes." Dew prods at the heap and Rain groans.

"No." Dew sees the pile shift as Rain pulls his hand back, the whole mess shuddering. "No sleep. Dead." Dew snorts, sitting on the side of the bed. He pokes at a gap in the blankets and worms his hand into it, searching.

"Dibs on your shit then," Dew teases, digging deeper, searching for skin. Rain is very clearly not dead. He probably just hadn't slept and was being dramatic about it. The water ghoul is notorious for being grumpy without his beauty sleep. "C'mon, get your lazy ass up."

Rain starts to speak but it turns into a sudden, violent coughing fit instead and Dew startles, hopping off the bed with a concerned frown. It sounds bad and he says as much, a pained whimper emanating from the mound of bedding once the hacking quiets down. Okay, Rain's not dead, but clearly also not doing well.

"You sick?" It's not a real question, and Rain doesn't respond. The blankets start to shake and Dew's frown deepens. He leans over, feeling around for Rain's long limbs, working through the layers until he finds the outline of a bony arm. Rain is shivering violently, and even through the bedclothes Dew can feel him radiating a heat to rival his own. "Shit, you're almost as hot as me."

Rain tries to say something but the coughing takes hold again, and a little tangle of panic starts to form in Dew's gut. Low-level and itchy, like the feeling of being away from home and suddenly realizing you forgot to lock the door behind you. He takes a deep breath, then another, making soft shushing sounds and rubbing Rain's arm. This is very much not his area of expertise, and in the back of his mind he's trying to remember what Mountain did when Swiss was sick a few months ago. He doesn't get very far, distracted by Rain's wracking shivers.

Then he remembers, and has to roll his eyes for being so dense.

Dew moves once Rain's labored breathing evens out, leaving his hand in place on Rain's arm while he pulls out his phone and fires off a quick one-handed text to Aether.

D: wet boy sick come help

Their resident healer is currently on kitchen duty and Dew knows it, but the fire ghoul feels far too out of his element to deal with this alone. Aether will come when he can and he knows it. He swallows hard as he tucks the device away, focusing back on the situation at hand.

"Rain? Can you hear me?" There's a pathetic little squeak from the depths of the blanket pile. "I gotta take these off you. You're too warm."

"Nooo," Rain half-sobs, sniffling and curling deeper into his cocoon. "'m freezing, y-you can't take 'em."

The more Rain speaks the worse he sounds. His nose is stuffed, his throat raw, his chest rattling with every strained breath. Dew huffs through his nose and gives Rain's arm a reassuring squeeze.

"Sorry fishstick, not letting you cook yourself today."

Dew yanks back the blankets one by one, and Rain doesn't have the strength to do more than bat at his arm with a tired hand. He whines with each motion, Dewdrop having no choice but to shift his dead-weight limbs in order to unwrap the burrito Rain has made of himself.

"Dew, please," Rain whimpers, "too cold, too cold-"

"I'm workin' on it raincloud, I'm workin' on it," Dew murmurs, finally getting the blankets unwound from around Rain's shoulders. One last tug and Dew can finally see his face - he's pale as the ivory sheets beneath them, seafoam eyes sunken and heavy-lidded. His lips are chapped, mouth turned down at the corners. Dew's frown deepens as he rests his palm on Rain's forehead. "Fuck, you're really burning up."

Rain looks up at him with sad eyes and Dew feels something foreign in his chest ache. He finds himself staring at the water ghoul, grazing a thumb over his scalding cheek and gently dragging his fingers through Rain's sweat-damp hair. Rain's eyes drift shut and Dewdrop lets out a shaky exhale.

"Lemme see what I can do until Aeth gets here, ok?"

Rain groans, cracking one eye open. Dewdrop gives him a crooked little smile and Rain sighs, nodding. He hisses almost immediately.

"Ugh, my fuckin' head," he mumbles, "feels like it's gonna explode, shit."

"I'm gonna get you some water," Dew says, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Rain's roasting forehead before he realizes what he's doing. "I, uh," he stands and Rain whines, curling in on himself and shaking like a leaf, "I dunno if it'll help, but it can't hurt."

"So cold," Rain breathes, like he hadn't even heard Dew, "where's my blankets?" He paws weakly at the bed for a moment before giving up with a sad little sound, drawing his knees to his chest and tucking them under his shirt. He looks so...small. The ache in Dew's chest presses against his ribs.

Dew moves quickly in the bathroom, filling a paper cup with water and dampening a washcloth. He doesn't know if Rain will allow the cold against his skin, but the water ghoul will surely boil away to nothing if he doesn't try. He's back at Rain's side in no time, the ghoul having drifted into that sick kind of sleep that feels impossibly deep. Dew lays the washcloth between Rain's horns and the water ghoul shakes awake with a tight yelp.

"C-cold!" Dew catches Rain's wrist before he can tug the cloth off, laying his arm on the mattress.

"Leave it," he says, bringing the cup to Rain's mouth, "it'll help, I'm pretty sure. Drink some of this, c'mon, you sound like Swiss that one time he chugged vinegar."

Rain tries to wheeze out a laugh, but it just results in a sharp wince. Dew helps support his head as he helps Rain drink, slow sips. Rain flinches with every swallow, but he drinks it all, offering a soft sigh when he's done.

"Need more?"

Dew's frown returns as Rain shakes his head and swallows, licking his lips. He's shivering harder than ever now, muscles jerking wildly. "You're way too fuckin' hot, Rainy." Dew tosses the cup in the trash and pulls out his phone again. Aether hasn't responded. Shit. He has an idea, he just doesn't know if it'll help or harm. He doesn't particularly want to poach Rain like a salmon.

D: hurry if u can, bad fever i think

Rain makes a sound of utter misery and Dew moves automatically to the other side of the bed. He tugs away some of the mass of blankets and dumps them on the floor, making a hole behind Rain and sliding onto the bed as smoothly as he can. Trying not to jostle the water ghoul as he takes off his shirt and slots himself against his spine.

"Gonna try something," he says quietly into the suffering ghoul's ear, "I dunno if it'll work but I gotta try. Aeth should be here soon. Okay?"

Rain shudders and grunts, but after a moment manages to nod. Dew pulls the now-warm washcloth from Rain's head and tosses it away, replacing it with his hand. The water ghoul's eyes slip shut as Dew's other arm wraps around his waist, sliding under his shirt, palm coming to rest in the center of Rain's chest. He coughs again and Dew rests his forehead at the back of Rain's neck.

"Tell me if it hurts or anything."

Dewdrop is not a quintessence ghoul. He can't resonate with another ghoul's body and pick out what's hurt. He can't slide into Rain's core and sap away his fever like Aether can. But his fire isn't without its own benefits.

Dew closes his eyes and reaches into the heat beneath Rain's skin, feeling the way it pulses through his veins. It's a sick heat, thick like a too-humid summer day. Dew breathes deep and focuses, pushing his own brand of warmth into Rain's feverish flesh. It's a comforting heat, a muted fire on a winter morning, and it floods into Rain's entire being in comforting waves.

It's a risk, raising Rain's temperature, but ghouls are resilient, and when Rain relaxes in his arms Dew knows it was worthwhile. Rain's shivers die down bit by bit, and soon enough he's still. He's stretched his legs out and Dew has tangled them with his own, distributing his heat more evenly. Rain is breathing a bit more steadily now too, and Dew sighs as he adjusts his own temperature. Rain leans back against him.

"Thank you," he croaks, desert dry, "better."

"Shh," Dew says, pressing another soft kiss into Rain's sweaty hair without a second thought, "don't talk or anything, you need to rest. Hopefully Aether gets here quick."

Rain sighs and nods, bringing a heavy hand to rest over Dew's on his chest. Dew hums against his skin, soothing. It's something Aether does for him when he can't sleep, and it seems to help Rain too. He slackens in Dew's arms, breaths going gentle if rattling, but it's something at least. Dew lets his own eyes fall shut, drifting on the thud of Rain's heart against his callused fingertips.

That's how Aether finds them an hour or so later, skidding into the bedroom with his phone still in his hand, Dew's messages on display. They both snore, Rain louder than Dew, congested, as Aether catches his breath. He can't help but smile at the sight. Seeing Dew so obviously caring is a rare thing.

He'll pull Rain's fever away in a few minutes, but first he has to capture the moment on his phone. A beautiful memory for his eyes only. Dew would throttle him if he ever found it. Aether thinks it's worth the risk.

[acourtofthought]

heyy! hope youre doing well i really enjoy reading your thoughts and opinions about these characters thanks for writing such detailed posts i share most of your opinions but im not nearly as good at putting words to it haha so i really do appreciate your posts!! <3 no pressure at all to answer this, just wanted to share some appreciation for the time your put to every post!!

but ive been thinking a little about the scene where feyre questions eluciens bond in acowar and i always kind of assumed she asked about az and elain bc she thought they looked good together, like physically, and gave no thought to how they're actually not compatible in any way otherwise and she really just want her sister to get better and also obviosuly had questions about the bond itself and it was an opportunity to ask rhys about it. it doesn't make sense that that scene is used so often to say its hinting at a bad match?? or am i really just that terrible at picking up hints?

this has probably been discussed plenty of time, but im fairly new to the fandom and im honestly just surprised to see so many shipping them and not elain and lucien when they are literally described to us as an perfect match and the moment he whispered "your my mate" i was hooked and the longing and tension is killing meeeeeee their romance have such potenial to be the most romatic and beautiful out of all of them

Thank you so much for your anon, it made my day!! 😍

Personally, I think your assessment of the scene is spot on. Feyre is struggling with the state Elain is in and she is blaming herself for it. She only just returned from the Spring Court with Lucien in tow and we know she's still dealing with the lingering bitterness over their history and his relationship with Tamlin.

The Night Court is Feyre's home, with her mate and her new friends, and wouldn't it just be so much easier if Elain could find happiness there like she did? Not only would that ease some of her guilt but it would also alleviate some of the pressure she has over what to do with Lucien now that he's in Velaris.

I think Feyre is looking for what to her would be the quickest and easiest solution that causes her the least emotional turmoil. Lucien (for Feyre) comes with a whole lot of baggage that she's not in the right frame of mind to deal with.

That she asked RHYS whether Elain and Lucien (her sister and her friend) would be a good match kind of proves she's not pairing Az and Elain off because she's got a good grasp on who would be best romantically suited to the other. The only reasons Feyre has ever given for thinking Az and Elain might get along is because they'd be a good looking couple and she might find peace and quiet around him.

......................................(pause for dramatic effect)....................................

Since when are those the building blocks for a meaningful romance in a fantasy book? Peace and quiet is a bit boring? I want to see passion, I want fire, I want an all consuming love.

Really, I think the entire point of that scene is to show Feyre is struggling with Elain's depression, her hesitation over Lucien being in her home when their relationship is still rocky, and to also show us that while there is always a choice in bonds, the two characters will always feel drawn to each other.

As far as bonds that are a poor fit, the examples we're given were because the males weren't respectful to their mates and they were generally cruel. Rhys's father whisked his mother away the same day their bond snapped and had her marry him that night, it doesn't sound like he gave her much of a choice or the space to decide. He was cold and vicious while Rhys's mother was soft and fiery. And Tamlin's mother never spoke a bad word against his father though he was a tyrant. Lucien is none of the above therefore there really is no valid reason for them not to have a happy relationship if they'd go the route of accepting their bond. When the author herself has said both Elain and Lucien are happiest in nature I'm not sure how anyone can question their compatibility.

I think there's also a good chance Sarah delivered the information about poorly matched bonds because it's information that she wanted the readers to tuck away for later. She's not often quite so obvious "What if Elain and Lucien have a poorly matched bond?" "Well, it can be rejected" then two books later, "Elain and Lucien have a poorly matched bond and they rejected it!" but introduces information in one conversation that she's going to apply to different characters at a later point.

Also, welcome to the fandom! It's hopefully the best time to be joining what with the possibility of an announcement soon.